"Please remember me to my cousin," said Ben, and shaking his uncle's extended hand he left the store.
He was passing through the store when he felt a touch on his shoulder.
Turning, he recognized the tall lady he had met just after his last visit.
"Are you not the boy who told me I had a ticket on my shawl?" she inquired.
"Yes, madam," replied Ben, smiling.
"I recognize your face, but otherwise you look very different."
"You mean I am better dressed."
"Yes; I thought you a country boy when I met you."
"So I am, but I am trying to be mistaken for a city boy."